What do you see? Do you see the countless stories that we could tell? Like the time a little girl, lost and crying, came in and sat down upon us as a kind waitress offered her a tall glass of milk accompanied by a warm slice of apple pie. When she was calmed and her pie was finished, the waitress wiped the little girl’s tears, put on her jacket and helped her find her way home. A time before that, when we could feel the brisk chill of winter cross our legs, a homeless woman with only enough money for a cup of coffee sat upon us. As she sat, we could hear her soft mumbled prayers for help and a new start to life. When her cup of coffee arrived it was accompanied again by a slice of warm apple pie and before she could get the words together to say that she only had enough for the coffee, the manager smiled and said he would be happy to take it out of her first pay in the week that followed.
You see, much like you, we have our own perspective on what we are. We all have a purpose and a reason for being who or what we are. Without us the homeless woman wouldn’t have had a place to sit where she was overheard in her prayers, without the manager and his kind heart she would have never gotten that new start to life and without her, a little girl may have never found her way home.
So what do you see? What do these two stools say to you? We all have our own perspective and it says a lot about who we are, so tell me your story; or do you only see two stools?